05/04/2026
I hope that someday my boys will look back and understand that whether I was putting in the hours in the tractor or the hours in the kitchen- I was feeding the world.
When we started farming on our own last year, I had a different picture in mind of what my role would look like. I thought I’d be the one supporting from the sidelines, parts runs, field meals, hauling from field to field- you know the drill.
But in a small operation like ours, it doesn’t really work that way. It’s all hands on deck.
And somewhere along the way, I found myself not just supporting the farm, but helping run it.
What started as hay raking a few years ago turned into running more and more equipment, making decisions, and taking on a role I didn’t fully expect.
And the truth is, I’ve grown to love the role I never saw coming…being a farmer myself. Not just a small part of the operation…but an equal in it. Sometimes in the kitchen… and sometimes in the tractor seat.
A few weeks ago, I applied for something that felt like a long shot- the National Corn Growers Association Women & Mentors Program/Retreat and ACE Summit in Washington DC.
After hearing how competitive it was, I didn’t think much would come of it.
But then, on a Friday afternoon, I opened my email… and I had been selected.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t get a little emotional. It came at just the right time- after very a long, very stressful week- and felt like a reminder that this journey we’re on matters.
So I’ll keep showing up.
in the tractor,
in the kitchen,
and everywhere in between.
Because it’s all part of the same purpose:
to farm, and to feed the world.
